Stronger from Earth

Chapter 225 - 224: Second Generation

The fame of the Cyan Nether Immortal not only spread throughout the Mother Star, but also shook all the Star Domains. His formidable strength and the powerful enemies he has slain built such a reputation in blood.

Compared to him, He Fang is not yet someone whose fierceness shakes the heavens. Even if there were a ranking of strong beings on the Mother Star, He Fang, though powerful enough, wouldn’t make it into the top hundred.

After all, he is two or three hundred years younger than those who were competing for opportunities at the Early Period of the Era of Mythology, and catching up would require more time.

"One step, one heavenly ladder." He Fang deeply feels this.

His eldest disciple, Wu Zhutian, stepped into the True Immortal First Realm, one Great Realm below him, and both his master and father are at the Void level, similarly one Great Realm above him.

The three major realms of True Immortal are extremely hard to cross, and even more so for the Immortal level. No one below the Immortal knows the nature of this level, and to this day there hasn’t been news of an Immortal breaking through to another major realm.

After all, even the cultivation system of the Mother Star was created jointly by Immortals. If someone were to break through to a higher level, they would truly stand atop, unmatched, and be considered the number one under heaven.

Thinking of Wang Xuan, his youngest and most potential disciple, He Fang couldn’t help but shake his head, feeling both satisfaction and headache.

"The heavenly ladder he climbs quickly; he reached Earth Immortal in a year, faster than my second and sixth disciples, and stands out at the Mountain Gate.

Unfortunately, his troublemaking ability isn’t small either, causing me worry."

He walked step by step through the dark, flesh-like writhing passage, through the Gate of Hell to the Mother Star, ending his journey in Hell.

Knowing of his two troublesome disciples’ matters, he and Fang Shan went to the Hell Realm for nearly ten days, only then slaying two lower-ranked Demon Kings.

On the way, he also found something.

Wang Xuan basked in the sun, vast Heaven and Earth Essence Qi poured into his body, refreshing and warm, feeling rather enjoyable, occasionally getting some food delivered by Lin Cheng through the spaceship.

It was still his girlfriend who was considerate, knowing he was pressed under the mountain, preparing a lot of food and leisure items, even buying him a gaming helmet, ensuring he wouldn’t get bored.

The sun shining, fruits in hand, the days were leisurely despite being immobile.

With his eyes closed, he suddenly felt a shadow cover him, blocking a patch of sunlight, and immediately said, "Could you move a bit? Even if you’re here to see the excitement, don’t get so close, you’re blocking my sunbathing."

He thought it was another disciple from the Mountain Gate, intending to connect with him at such a time, becoming friends, and then learning his secrets.

He couldn’t be bothered to deal with such people, the farther they stayed, the better.

"How long do you plan to bask?" He Fang’s voice came, steady with a hint of age, looking at Wang Xuan with a smile that’s not quite a smile.

Wang Xuan opened his eyes, grinning broadly, showing his white teeth clearly, happily saying, "Master, you’re finally here, I was about to rot here if you didn’t come.

This mountain pressing me, my legs are about to break, can’t move an inch, really can’t get unstuck.

Third Master is really something, if he acted a bit later, I could’ve killed Zhao Hao; instead, he locked us both up, frustrating, huh."

Knowing why his master came, he naturally felt it was something to be happy about for him to leave.

He Fang sat down against the mountain, tapped out some ash from his pipe, took a puff, and signaled Wang Xuan to look ahead.

Zhao Hao waited for a long time, finally seeing the opportunity to leave, and the one who came wasn’t someone else, but his master Fang Shan.

At such a moment, the one he could most hope for was probably only Fang Shan.

The wound on Fang Shan’s forehead had already healed into a dot, showing no sign of the battles he endured, approaching as if on a casual spring outing.

Neither fast nor slow, he carried an air of scholarliness, a gentlemanly demeanor.

Even after a fierce battle in the Hell Realm, nearly dying, he still feared nothing other than death, not even death itself.

With his Spirit attaining great freedom, this was the realm only Bodhisattvas reach.

Unfortunately, no matter how free, there’s still trouble, and he would still worry.

"If you came two days later, I wouldn’t even need my injuries treated, came ten days later, showing you really don’t care about me as your disciple."

Zhao Hao chuckled lightly, carrying a slight chill, seeing with open eyes his injuries turn chronic, the agony of untreatable wounds, casting a vast shadow over his psyche.

Fang Shan didn’t explain why he came so late; he had his own matters. When Zhao Hao was suppressed, he was in the Outer Star Domain, and upon returning, he entered the Hell Realm, barely returning from death’s door.

During this time, he didn’t waste a second, "not caring" words truly hurt his heart, but for his efforts, he never spoke of it proactively.

"Come back with me," he said.

"Back where? Celestial Sword Mountain? To be punished again?" Zhao Hao recalled his experiences in Purgatory a few months ago, truly not fond memories.

Fang Shan shook his head, "Punishment is unnecessary, I’ll heal your wounds, requiring some recuperation."

Zhao Hao needed recovery, but actually his injuries were more severe, requiring even more time to heal than this pupil.

Zhao Hao remained silent, harboring grievances about some of Fang Shan’s actions, whether it was his father’s death, his own injury in Yuzhang City, being punished and confined in Purgatory, or the delayed arrival this time.

Fang Shan waved his hand, shattering the golden cage before them; though the cage was transformed by an Immortal Source, it only carried the force of a Celestial Immortal level, with He Qingming indeed disregarding the two juniors.

Lifting Zhao Hao by the shoulder, vast Immortal Source energy flowed into his body and Sea of Consciousness, breaking through injuries, repairing anew, like rejoining a malformed fractured arm; though painful, it allows better recovery.

The space they occupied flickered, their figures instantly vanished.

Wang Xuan witnessed this scene, raising an eyebrow slightly.

He Fang patted his shoulder, advising, "You either kill Zhao Hao directly or don’t act, otherwise Fang Shan will always worry about that boy.

However, it’s best if Qingniu takes action, otherwise, Fang Shan has reason to seek vengeance, maybe even risking his life against me."

The relationship between master and disciple is exceedingly close, almost like father and son. Acts like master-disciples turning against each other are rare; whether killing a master or a disciple, it’s taboo, and people like that nobody would associate with, utterly untrustworthy.

Such bonds are difficult to sever, holding vast implications, so many instances of masters fooling disciples and vice versa occur.

As long as Fang Shan remains Zhao Hao’s master, he’ll fulfill his due responsibility, not ignoring him.

"Is that so?" Wang Xuan nodded, adding, "Master, your relationship with Senior Fang seems really good, arriving one after the other.

But seriously, what were you busy with these past few days? Your disciple here being gawked at like a monkey is uncomfortable."

He Fang chuckled, the sound making Wang Xuan feel a slight chill.

"Why? Because you two incurred a ransom of one Demon King’s head to be redeemed, do you think it’s easy to bring one back?"

Wang Xuan felt embarrassed, "Am I worth such a hefty ransom? It’s truly troubling for you, Master."

"No trouble, just nearly costing half my old life, just hoping you calm down a bit in the future, let this old body rest, that would be good news."

As he spoke, He Fang raised the mountain pressing on Wang Xuan, restoring it to its original form with a flick, turning it into a small Mountain Seal the size of a fist.

As soon as Wang Xuan stood up, this Mountain Seal fell into his embrace; catching it with his hand, the small Mountain Seal seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, unleashing its might could pin him immobile.

"This seal is called the Mountain-Throwing Seal, a full-strength strike can smash a vast inland lake a thousand miles round, a Peak of Heaven Grade magical treasure, once used by your Third Master in his youth. It’s yours."

He Fang lightly uttered this, and such a precious treasure was placed in Wang Xuan’s hands.

He Qingming’s item, for He Fang, gifting it to Wang Xuan was a mere thought, since at the Half-Step Immortal level, this seal was hardly usable, holding more commemorative value.

"Feeling a bit embarrassed about it."

Wang Xuan laughed, saying as he put the Mountain-Throwing Seal into the Storage Celestial Treasure, his skin toughened to a certain realm.